Hearing the host’s disrespectful question, Shi Weipeng’s expression darkened. However, knowing he was facing countless viewers on television, he could not afford to lose his temper. Instead, he replied in as calm a tone as he could muster: "We simply don’t want to watch the Shangxing team win games through rigged refereeing and then return home with their heads held high. That is why our Baishui team wants to challenge them—to defend the dignity of Chinese football!"
"Shi Weipeng, your motives are noble, but it is a pity that your Baishui team is merely a C-level club from Huadu. The gap between you and the Shangxing team is like a chasm. You are destined to be ruthlessly humiliated. As the host, I personally hope you withdraw to save whatever shred of dignity remains for Chinese football." The host’s words were remarkably bold.
He was past the point of anger. As a long-time host in the football circle, he had witnessed countless shameful matches in Chinese football and felt a deep, frustrated resentment. Now, seeing another small, bottom-tier team about to bring disgrace upon the country just like the national team, he truly did not want to watch such a spectacle.
Chapter 639